im suffocating, slowly crumbling, increasingly paranoid under this immense pressure.
pressure comes from all directions, in unique ways from everyone, everywhere, indirectly and directly.
where's the point in breaking down? just a waste of time, tears and energy. but sometimes its so difficult to stay in one piece.
i know everyone is going through the exact same thing. but sometimes you just can't help but feel so alone. Despite the millions of boyfriend calls, despite the irritating older sister, despite encouraging friends, despite the shitloads of sleep you're sacrificing, despite knowing that if output could really be equivalent to input you'd be in fucking Oxford.
no point thinking about this now says everyone. its in just 5 days. or is it 4? i forgot how to count. or perhaps i dont want to count. go figure.
whatever is it, no backing out now. only losers and cowards back out. If others can do it and excel, so can i.
Period.I've never cherished JC life i way i do now. But 2 years is gone and it will never ever come back. Things will not change. Theres nothing you or i can do. Actually, come to think of it, 50 bucks says you don't even bloody care. So, like you, i'm walking pass this stage. And im not looking back.
P.S. Hope it gives you hell.
TAB!
xoxo